the boy shot up from his slumber, hand covering his mouth before toppling over the stray clothing items sprawled over the floor of his room, sprinting towards the bathroom.

it didn't stop for.. however long, he hadn't had time to notice the time he'd woken up- yet it was 4:32 am now, intak slowly getting up from his spot on the cold, tiled floor, flushing the toilet for the nth time with a twisted face, helping himself stand in front of the sink.

he turned the sink on, splashing his face with cold water before rinsing his mouth five times, eyes widening when he saw exactly what he'd thrown up.

the problem was, he couldn't tell.. what.. it was..?

his vomit was.. pink? all parts of the spew were different- some long with green strips in the middle, others seemingly parts of a bowl-like item.

what is this?

intak shook his head, trying to see if the trails on his floor was something he'd made up-

but no. it was really pink.

he layed in his bed after cleaning up, eyes peeled as sleep had escaped his body the moment he looked at the pink he'd led project out of his body.

what. was. that.

what pink stuff could be somewhere in his body? why would it be just.. sitting in there?

most importantly, what'd made him so sick? he'd never been that ill before, probably not even when he was a baby.

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